I Am Become

I contemplate sorrow, and it becomes a tear.
The tear fills me and spills over. 
I tremble with weeping.
I am become sorrow.

I cry, and the moment of pain is everlasting.
My grief stretches into eternity.
I am encircled by suffering.
I am become pain.

I wait, and my waiting becomes a solace.
My space is the heavens and the earth.
I am stilled by infinite understanding.
I am become peace.

I smile, and my laughter flows through me and around me.
Gladness runs down my cheeks like rivers.
I drown in sparkling pools of delight.
I am become joy.

Chastity Wilson
December 27, 2013

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